Sangha Expressions: Submission from Liaoran Tess

Submitted by Liaoran Tess Grey, excerpted from the March 2018 ZRS newsletter

We like our poems in Zen, so I’ll offer a piece by Wang Wei that I read the other day, perfect for this new season:


Dear flat rock
facing the stream
Where the willows are sweeping over my wine cup again
If you say that the spring wind has no understanding
Why should it come blowing me these falling flowers?